The Idiot Internship (Itto X Reader)

The Idiot Internship (Itto x Reader)

An Arataki Itto x Reader oneshot

Word Count: 9.2k

WARNINGS: BIG SMUT AHEAD, MINORS DNI!!

Tags include: heats/ruts, omegaverse themes (Itto is an Oni after all), breeding, marathon sex, reader is AFAB

Summary: You’re a Liyuean law student looking for a summer work study. When an alumna from your school offers you one all the way in the beautiful islands of Inazuma, who are you to decline? However, it comes with a caveat – your boss knows nothing (and cares nothing) about the law.

OR: Itto was never taught about the birds and the bees. Heck, he wasn't even taught what masturbation was, and he was a little too dumb to figure out on his own. However, when your continuous presence around him during your internship sends him straight into an Oni rut, he's going to need a lot of teaching – fast.

~~~ When Kuki Shinobu gave you this job and told you that your boss would be dumb, you had no idea she meant this dumb.

And here you sat, at the back of the dilapidated office room where the Arataki Gang held meetings, listening to Arataki Itto’s ‘great and glorious’ idea.

“And then, at the end of the drumalong festival, we set off a bunch of fireworks! It’ll be great!”

“Uh, Boss.” Shinobu spoke up, raising her hand in protest. “We need to apply for a formal permit to have any sort of public demonstration, and the process will take weeks.”

Your white-haired boss shrugged dramatically, scoffing at his subordinate’s suggestion.

“Psh, who needs a permit, we can do everything first and ask for forgiveness later!” Itto brushed off Shinobu’s very important statement of fact.

When Kuki Shinobu gave you this job and told you that your boss would be dumb, you had no idea she meant this dumb.

And here you sat, at the back of the dilapidated office room where the Arataki Gang held meetings, listening to Arataki Itto’s ‘great and glorious’ idea.

“And then, at the end of the drumalong festival, we set off a bunch of fireworks! It’ll be great!”

“Uh, Boss.” Shinobu spoke up, raising her hand in protest. “We need to apply for a formal permit to have any sort of public demonstration, and the process will take weeks.”

Your white-haired boss shrugged dramatically, scoffing at his subordinate’s suggestion.

“Psh, who needs a permit, we can do everything first and ask for forgiveness later!” Itto brushed off Shinobu’s very important statement of fact.

You tried your best not to scoff, or make any noise for that matter. As a law student who had traveled all the way from Liyue for this work study, every single word that left the gang leader’s mouth in regards to rules and regulations made you wonder if he even had two brain cells to put together. While the Oni may be hot, what he had in body he lacked in brains.

“Boss, if it’s alright, I’ll talk to the Yashiro Commission about it anyways.” Shinobu spoke up, her arms crossed over her chest as she faced her boss nonchalantly. It seemed like she typically had to do things like this for him. She was sitting next to Itto, as per usual. 

“Alright, alright. It’s still a couple months away, so that’s enough talking for now. Let’s go have some udon!” Itto announced cheerfully.

You sighed loudly, not bothering to hide your exasperation. The gang members began to chatter loudly as they shuffled out of the run-down meeting room, excited for a good meal of Inazuman noodles, led by Itto who was the most excited out of the bunch. You wondered why on earth Kuki enjoyed managing an organization like the Arataki Gang when it seemed more like babysitting several adult children.

~~~

You followed the gang through the streets of Inazuma City, your stomach full from the large meal you all shared at the local noodle shop. Although you tended to miss your home country of Liyue, the food in Inazuma was so good that it always eased your homesickness.

Kuki Shinobu trailed at the back of the group, falling in step in front of you. She footed the bill for everyone, because somehow the Arataki Gang was always broke. You wondered how on earth Shinobu managed to pay your wages for the work-study, let alone the gang’s daily activities. However, according to your professor Yanfei, Kuki Shinobu was a woman of many miracles. You couldn’t deny she was incredibly intelligent – she single handedly made up for the gang’s collective lack of brain cells.

You were in the middle of thinking about how lucky you were to be offered a work study from Shinobu when you spotted your boss’s red and white hair in the corner of your eye. He was at a Taiyaki stand, chatting loudly to its owner. As you changed direction and walked closer to him you began to pick up their conversation. 

“Just one left?!” Itto exclaimed dramatically. “I’ll take it!” The Oni dug through his pockets, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper, some lint, and a handful of mora.

The woman who ran the stand reluctantly picked the mora from his hand, offering up the last Taiyaki in exchange. You admired the beautifully decorated Taiyaki stand, glancing over the intricate sign displaying the menu.

Taiyaki flavors:

Chocolate SOLD OUT

Matcha SOLD OUT

Red Bean

Pumpkin SOLD OUT

Custard SOLD OUT

Wait… the last one was red bean?

Itto was allergic to beans.

As he raised the Taiyaki to his mouth, you realized you needed to stop him.

“Don’t eat it!” You shouted, lunging for your dumbass Oni of a boss. You snatched the food from his grip with a surprising amount of ease, considering how much muscle Itto had. All he did was stare – meanwhile, you did the best thing you could think of.

Opening your mouth wide, you shoved the entire Taiyaki in your mouth. You couldn’t deny it was delicious, but your face burned bright red with embarrassment as you chewed on the dessert.

“Wh-” Itto gawked. “Who are you?!” His voice cracked with surprise as he shouted.

“I’m your intern.” Your voice was muffled by the absurd volume of dessert that filled your mouth.

“Oh, I see… Did you really want the last Taiyaki that bad?” Itto asked, his voice sounding disappointed that he didn’t get to taste the dessert.

“Beans.” You spoke, pointing to your mouth. You finally swallowed the last of the Taiyaki with one large gulp, continuing to talk now that your mouth was finally free. “The Taiyaki has red bean paste inside.”

Itto let out an overly-dramatic gasp, one hand flying up to cover his chest.

“You saved my life!” He exclaimed. “I’m allergic to beans!”

“I know.” You responded, giving your boss an awkward smile.

“You’re awesome! Who hired you?”

“Kuki Shinobu.”

“Of course it’s my right hand man who hired someone as great as you!” 

You nodded, knowing that you were, in fact, great and that you had most certainly saved Itto’s day – or possibly week, considering how bad his allergy was.

“What’s all this ruckus?” Shinobu spoke as she approached the two of you.

“The intern you hired saved me, Shinobu!” Itto pointed at you. “I was about to die!”

“Don’t be overly dramatic.” You responded flatly. “I just prevented you from eating beans.”

“Ah,” Shinobu nodded, “Thanks for staying sharp, boss doesn’t read menus well enough for someone with a severe food allergy.”

“Thank you, thank you so much!” Itto scooped you up in a huge hug, inadvertently squishing your face into his ginormous chest as he spun you around.

You were extremely annoyed at Itto’s irresponsible, reckless, and stupid behavior. However, you couldn’t deny it was strangely pleasant to be squished into such a soft chest.

You felt a little dizzy as Itto finally set you down, thinking perhaps the spinning had thrown your balance off.

“Oh, what’s your name, by the way?” Itto asked casually.

“Boss, I think they’re a little overwhelmed.” Shinobu spoke up. She noticed how red your face had gotten, and was worried that Itto had manhandled you a little too much.

“Uhhhh…” you mumbled, staring at Itto’s chest, too dazed to respond.

~~~

Ever since you ate Itto’s dessert to prevent him from having an allergic reaction, Kuki began to assign you to more and more tasks related to your boss. First it was running simple errands for him, like helping Granny Oni with her groceries, making tea for the meetings, or helping Itto find Onikabuto for his ridiculous beetle fighting tournaments.

You did everything begrudgingly – you accepted this work study thinking you’d be shadowing Kuki, not running around as her idiot boss’s assistant. You felt almost like you were a glorified and well-paid babysitter for the seven-foot tall Oni.

Eventually, Shinobu even gave you keys to Itto’s house to wake him up, since he tended to sleep in and risk missing his morning meetings.

“Wait, what do you mean, make sure he attends today’s meeting?” You questioned, turning over the metal key in your hand. 

“If Boss isn’t up, can you make sure he is?” Shinobu explained. “The key is yours to keep, just make sure he doesn’t miss any more meetings.”

“Uhm…” You looked down at the key for another minute before responding to Shinobu. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Great.” She responded, immediately switching her focus to another task as she poured over papers on her desk.

You immediately walked over to Itto’s house, nervous about the huge level of trust Kuki Shinobu must have in you to be giving you Itto’s house key.

‘Just make sure he doesn’t miss any more meetings.’

Shinobu’s words echoed in your head as you reached his front door. Afraid of invading your Boss’s privacy, you thought it would be best to knock first. You gave three loud raps on the door, and almost immediately a voice called from inside.

“Come in, the door’s open!” Itto’s voice came from inside. You turned the doorknob, thankful that you didn’t need to use the key that still sat in your back pocket. “I usually leave it unlocked in case anyone wants to stop by!”

“Uhm, is that safe, Mr. Arataki?” You asked, following the sound of his voice and clattering pots and pans to his kitchen. There he was, cooking up a storm. His jacket hung on the back of a chair at his dining table, an apron tied around his waist instead.

“Mr. Arataki? Are you calling me a Mister?” Itto asked, looking up from the stovetop where he seemed to be cooking something. He paused for a moment, then the realization dawned that you were referring to him. “Oh, of course! It must be because I'm the best.”

You laughed, now completely acclimated to Itto’s unusual personality.

“Yes, uhm, Miss Kuki sent me here because you have an important meeting soon,”

“Oh yeah, yeah! Of course, I totally do have a meeting!” Itto waved the cooking spoon he held in his hand. “Uhm, I’m sure they won’t mind if I’m a little late. I made breakfast, after all!”

You glanced over at the mess of pots and pans, only to see two beautifully decorated dishes of Yakisoba bread. 

“Here, sit down and have a plate, I’m sure you’ll love it!” Itto untied his apron, showing off his toned back as he reached for the two plates and carried them over to the table. “I call it ‘way of the strong’, it’s the perfect breakfast for champions!”

“You made two servings?” You questioned, staring at the beautiful dish he set down in front of you.

“Uhh, I had extra ingredients, so I thought I should make it all!” Itto responded awkwardly as he settled into the chair beside you. He didn’t want to tell you that he normally ate both servings whenever he cooked himself breakfast.

 Without even realizing it, your mouth began to water as you smelled the delicious meal.

“Go ahead, dig in!” Itto encouraged you, waiting eagerly for you to taste his cooking.

As soon as you took your first bite, you began to scarf down the meal as if you hadn’t eaten for a week. The food was delicious. Given Itto’s stupidity he had demonstrated over and over throughout your time working for him, he was somehow an amazing cook, and this fact blew you away.

“Mmmm!” You smiled, your eyes lighting up as you devoured his food.

A smile grew across Itto’s face, despite still chewing on a mouthful of food.

“See, it’s definitely worth being late!” Itto spoke before he swallowed his food, making his words come out muffled.

“Mhm.” You nodded enthusiastically, your mouth also full of food.

~~~

For the next several weeks, you began to form a habit of visiting Itto in the mornings. He was almost always cooking something, and somehow always had extras he insisted you should try. Over time you began to realize being Itto’s assistant wasn’t actually that bad… his strange personality finally began to grow on you.

However, today, you walked into Itto’s house to find it completely silent. There was no cheerful voice welcoming you inside, and no loud sounds coming from the kitchen. This was actually the case for the past couple of days… You would have to find your way up to the bedroom and bang on the door until you heard Itto shout from inside that he was awake.

“Mr. Arataki, you have a meeting soon, please wake up!” You called.

Almost immediately, you heard a loud groan come from the other side of the door.

“I’m up!” Itto’s voice was gravelly, thick with sleep.

This morning routine was far less fun than before. Not to mention, you would have to wait for several minutes before Itto finally emerged from his bedroom, disheveled, hair messy and eyes tired.

“Didn’t sleep well again?” You asked as your gaze scanned down Itto’s body, eyes lingering on the dark circles that grew beneath the Oni’s eyes.

“Y-yeah, I think I didn’t get much sleep.” Itto responded groggily, rubbing his eyes as he followed you out of his house and down the path towards the gang’s meeting room.

“I’ll bring you some Chamomile tea, it normally helps me a lot!” You responded cheerfully.

“Oh, thank you!” Itto gave you a slight smile, but began to pick his pace up. “We’re not too late, are we?”

“I’m sure we’re fine, don’t worry Mr. Arataki.”

~~~

The meeting seemed to begin just fine, although Itto definitely looked more tired and dazed than before. As Shinobu talked through the important details for the week ahead, you raised your arm to ask a question.

“Ms Kuki, will Mr. Arataki be helping-”  an abrupt bang interrupted your sentence. You nearly fell out of your seat as you jumped from the noise, but looked over to see that it was Itto who had slammed his hands onto the table all of a sudden. He shot up from his chair then bolted for the door, something seeming to be on his mind. 

“Boss?” Shinobu spoke, but Itto was long gone. She sighed as she turned towards you. “Can you go after him and make sure he’s fine?”

“Is it normal for him to act like this?” You questioned. You had noticed that his personality had begun to change recently, but today was completely different than before.

“Actually, we’ve never seen him like this before…” Shinobu responded. “Would you be able to find out what’s going on?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” you stood from the table and bowed before leaving the meeting room and searching for Itto.

You ran down the dirt path, scanning for Itto’s head of messy white hair. You managed to spot him on the path that led to his house, so you picked up the pace and called out to him.

“Mr. Arataki, are you okay?”

Itto seemed to bristle at the sound of your voice, immediately picking up the pace. You began to speed up as well, running after him since you didn’t know what was wrong.

“We just want to know if everything is alright!” You exclaimed, chasing after the Oni who only seemed to pick up his pace even more. Since Itto towered above most people at a shocking seven feet tall, his strides were far longer than yours which made it extremely difficult to keep up. You were a fast runner, but you didn’t know how much longer you could keep this up for.

Before you knew it, you were following Itto up his front steps and into his house. You raced up the stairs after him and watched him run into his bedroom.

Before you had the chance to reach his bedroom door, Itto slammed it shut, the hinges rattling violently against the doorframe.

“Sorry, door!” Itto shouted from inside.

“Is everything okay, Mr. Arataki?” You became more worried as you heard a pained groan from his bedroom.

“Uhhh, I’m fine, I just uhm… forgot to feed my Onikabuto that’s all!” Itto shouted awkwardly, as you heard shuffling and rattling coming from inside his bedroom. You heard the fluttering of bedsheets and the creaking of his bed, and wondered what on Teyvat Itto could be up to in there.

“Oh… Okay, if you’re alright, I’ll just head back then.” You spoke through the closed door, somehow feeling a little unsettled despite Itto’s insistence that he was alright.

The walk back felt strange. As soon as you walked back into the meeting room, everyone’s eyes were on you. Several people accosted you with questions too quickly for you to answer them.

“Is boss okay?”

“I’ve never seen him run out of a meeting like that before!”

“He looked upset!”

“Calm down, everyone, let Y/N speak.” Shinobu interrupted the group. Everyone fell silent as they looked at you, eagerly awaiting your explanation.

“I think Mr. Arataki hasn’t had enough sleep, so he forgot to feed his Onikabuto.” You explained.

“Oh, of course!”

“Yeah, that makes sense.”

“No, not his prized Onikabuto!”

“I’m glad he’s alright!”

Chatter began to fill the room as the tension instantly dissolved at your explanation. The gang members returned to their own conversations, but Shinobu seemed skeptical of your explanation.

“Boss normally sleeps like a baby.” She told you, “There’s probably a reason why he’s not sleeping well. Can you make sure he’s alright? I’ll treat the both of you to Ramen tonight.”

“O-okay, I’ll check on him later.” You responded, a little unsure about how you’d manage to get Itto to leave his room again.

~~~

Now that the sun was sinking lower in the sky, you approached the front door to Itto’s house once again. You needed to get your boss out of the house and make sure he was alright, and you were certain the prospect of Ramen would coerce Itto out of his bedroom easily.

However, as you turned the doorknob to his house, you realized it was actually locked.

In all your weeks of coming over to Itto’s house, his door was always unlocked. He never seemed to care about his own safety, but you figured it was since pretty much no petty criminal or monster had a chance of beating the 7-foot tall Oni stacked with muscle. Not to mention, your boss had very few material possessions – and the ones he actually cared about were his Onikabuto and trading cards.

For the first time, you reached into your pocket and pulled out the house key Shinobu had given you. You unlocked the front door, quietly swinging it open as you stepped inside.

You wondered why the door was locked… peering into the house, everything seemed to be in the same position as always. You crept through the hallway and back up the stairs, noticing Itto’s bedroom door was also closed, meaning he must be inside since Itto never closed doors behind him whenever he would leave.

You knocked on the door gently, calling out to your boss.

“Shinobu says she’ll treat us both to ramen, but only if you get out of bed!” You spoke loudly, reaching over to open the door. You stepped into Itto’s room, only to find that the place was far messier than you had ever seen before. There were feathers and torn pieces of fabric on the floor, evidently the remnants of what was once a pillow. Itto’s jacket was thrown haphazardly on the floor, alongside his gloves and bracelets. His purple shirt had also been thrown across the room, hanging over the windowsill that showed the setting sun outside. But what was likely the most striking difference was the rather large hole in the far wall, that looked like someone had simply punched through the wooden boards of the Inazuman home.

You disregarded this, instead striding over to the mountain of blankets on top of Itto’s bed. You could tell he was in there – one of his horns had poked a hole through the blanket. 

“Come on, Mr. Arataki, get out of bed!” You reached towards the blankets, hearing him whine from under the covers.

“I don’t wanna…” He complained, grabbing the edge of his blanket and pulling it tighter around him.

You sighed, fed up with his unusual behavior. 

“Fine, then. I’ll just drag you out of bed myself.” You grabbed onto Itto’s wrist, yanking him away from the bed with all your might. You weren’t weak, but Itto was a huge Oni, and it took all your strength just to slide him off the bed.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Itto shouted as he slipped off of the bed, arms flailing and knocking you off balance. “Stop, Y/N!”

You stumbled backwards, caught off balance by Itto’s sudden movements. You fell backwards onto the floor, followed by the Oni who landed on top of you with a loud crash.

You squeezed your eyes shut, expecting to be crushed by Itto’s heavy body, but he somehow managed to land with his hands and knees on either side of your body, catching his torso before it could fall on top of yours.

“Hey!” You blurted out, looking up at Itto’s face that burned bright red. He seemed to be out of breath, his chest heaving as he stared back down at you.

“A-ah I- I’m sorry!” Itto stuttered, his face reddening further. “I- I- don’t know what’s going on-”

That’s when you could feel it.

Something inside his pants was pressing against your thigh, and it was definitely not his leg. It twitched slightly, and Itto let out a whimper at the same time. Your eyes went wide as you realized you were feeling his dick.

Itto saw the look on your face, and his gaze immediately shifted to the floor.

“I- I’m sorry, normally this just happens when I need to pee in the mornings but now it’s happening all the time and for some reason I can’t pee it’s so bad it hurts and I can’t get it to go down I don’t know what to do or how to stop it from hurting it’s making me go crazy and sometimes I can’t even think at all it hurts so bad-”

Your jaw dropped open as you realized what Itto was saying through his nervous mumbling.

“A Rut…” You murmured, glancing around his room. It all made sense now.

“A what?” Itto questioned, his voice cracking.

“I think you’re in a rut.” You stated matter-of-factly. “Have you ever had this before? How long have you been feeling like this?”

“N-no, never! It’s been like this for almost a week… but it’s getting worse and worse I don’t know what to do-”

“A week?! And you… don’t know what to do?” You raised an eyebrow at Itto’s explanation. Firstly, from what little you knew about the subject, you understood that only a few unsatiated days would drive anyone in a state like his insane. But secondly, Itto sounded like he had no idea what was even going on with his body. “Like, you don’t know what to do when your dick is hard?”

“What do you mean? You’re supposed to wait until it goes away.” Itto spoke bluntly, and you stared up at him in disbelief.

“Mr. Arataki, do you really think it’s gonna go away this time if you just wait?” You felt his member pulse against your leg.

“N-not when you say my name like that,” Itto whined, “I don’t know why it keeps making it worse.”

You began to blush fiercely at his statement. Itto hung his head, groaning from the pain he was subjecting himself to. Did he really enjoy the way you said his name like that… all this time?

And… Why were you happy he liked it that much?

You opened your mouth to speak, but you suddenly became flustered as you thought about what you were going to say.

“Boss…” you called, and Itto’s ruby gaze lifted to meet yours. “Do you want me to help you? I can show you how to uhm…” Your gaze traveled to his dick that was straining against his pants. “Help it.”

“Yes, please, anything to help me!” Itto nearly cried with desperation as he begged.

“Are you sure?” you asked, your tone serious. “You have to be sure.”

“I’m sure, please Y/N, I’m completely sure!”

At his confirmation, you rubbed your leg against Itto’s painfully hard member. A pleasure-filled whine escaped his lips, surprising the both of you and sending heat straight to your core.

“W-why does it feel so good,” Itto groaned, gasping as you began to rub your leg back and forth.

“You’re telling me that you’ve never jerked yourself off before?” You asked bluntly.

“N-no, touching it is inappropriate!” Itto cried, realizing that what you were doing to him was dirty. “B-but why does it feel so good?”

“If you want me to stop, tell me.” You stated frankly, your thigh continuing to stroke him through his pants.

“N-no…” Itto murmured, squeezing his eyes shut and dropping his head. “Keep going…”

“Okay.” You hooked your fingers around his collar, dragging his head down so your lips could meet his.

“Mmh!” Itto groaned, his dick twitching against your thigh as his lips mashed against yours. Your lips caught on one of his sharp canines, eliciting a moan from yourself.

Itto had no clue what he was doing. He knew that people kissed, but he didn’t know it was anything more than putting your lips on top of someone else’s. So when your tongue slipped past his lips and began to roam his mouth, his arms began to shake.

Itto tried his best not to fall over as he moved his arms to rest his elbows on either side of your head. He was glad he did it when you began to slide one hand down his stomach until it reached his waistband. He felt like he was going to fall over as he felt you fumble with his belt. Somehow you managed to undo it while also exploring his mouth with your tongue.

Itto let out a low-pitched moan as he felt your hand slip into his pants, your cold fingers sliding down and wrapping around his cock. Itto seemed to malfunction as you stroked up and down his length. He broke from the kiss, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as he moaned.

“Haah… o-oh my…shit Y/N, it’s so go~od…”

“Too good?” You asked, loosening your grip and slowing your movements.

“N-no!!” Itto snapped his head up to look at you, his eyes filled with fear of the possibility of you stopping whatever magic you were doing to him. “Keep- keep going…please…” Itto trailed off into a whisper, but was swiftly cut off with a loud gasp as you touched him again, beginning to push his hips into your hand almost instinctively.

“Okay, follow my lead.” You began to sit up, pushing Itto until he was sitting upright on the floor with his back against his bed frame. You began to loosen his belt, unzipping his pants and carefully freeing his member. No matter how careful you were, once it escaped his pants it slapped against his stomach, eliciting yet another hitched breath from the poor Oni’s mouth.

You stared at what you had just released – you could feel its large size from when you held it inside his pants, but only now were you able to see the red markings that wove its way from his lower stomach down to the tip of his angry, hard, and already leaking cock. You had never seen an Oni’s manhood before… despite the intimidating size, it was beautiful.

“Ngh…” Itto groaned as you closed your hand around him, stroking up and down his length. “...Feels so good…”

You trailed your gaze up to Itto’s face, where he was struggling between eagerly watching your movements with his eyes, and shutting them to fall fully into the incredible sensation. Itto’s half-lidded crimson eyes met with yours as you continued, your hand gripping tighter and pumping faster. You could feel his dick twitch as he panted from the pleasure.

“So, this is what you do when it gets this way.” You spoke calmly, ignoring the wetness that grew in your own underwear.

“Aahh…” Itto gasped, “Why did nobody tell me this?”

“It’s something you should really figure out on your own, dumbass.” You smirked as you shifted in your seat. You pressed your thighs together, trying not to reveal that you were also getting turned on.

Itto groaned louder, leaning his head backwards to rest on top of his bed. You could feel his dick pulsating harder… The Oni squeezed his eyes shut, panting harder, confused about this new feeling that seemed to send stars into his vision.

“S-something’s happening, w-wait- FUCK!” Itto exclaimed, his chest shuddering as he felt something build up in his lower abdomen. It was good – almost too good. He dug his fingernails into the wooden floor, leaving deep scratches with his sharp nails.

“It’s okay, let it happen.” You spoke soothingly, giving a couple fast pumps before Itto climaxed into your hand. 

Thick and hot ropes of white burst from Itto’s swollen cock, the member twitching and throbbing like nothing the poor Oni had ever experienced before. He moaned, his voice quivering, tears pricking at his eyes from the intense pleasure.

It took him several seconds to regain his senses; you tried not to touch his overly-sensitive member as cum continued to spill from it in short spurts. It was a surprisingly large amount; but then again, Itto wasn’t exactly human.

“A-ah, I’m sorry…” Itto whimpered as he picked his head up to meet your eyes. “I don’t know what that was…”

“It’s called an orgasm, and this is cum.” You spoke, holding up your hand covered in white. “It’s a normal thing for… adults to do.”

“An orgasm?” Itto spoke in disbelief. “It felt like I died and went to heaven.”

You laughed. “That’s what orgasms feel like, dummy.”

“I wanna do it again.” Itto spoke, and that’s when you noticed his ruby eyes still half-lidded with desire. “Holy shit… You smell so good… how did I not notice it before..?”

Your thighs squeezed together at Itto’s statement.

“Wh- I smell good?” You stuttered, your eyes drifting down to his cock that was still standing completely erect. He began to push himself away from the bed to lean closer to you, dipping his head down to your neck to take a deep breath in.

“I don’t know what it is…” Itto murmured, “you smell like, really good.”

Your eyes widened as you looked down at your lap. You realized he could smell your arousal.

“Please, can you keep going?” Itto’s voice was barely more than a whisper, but his pleas sent heat straight to your core.

“I suppose…” You trailed off, staring down at his still-swollen manhood. “I could show you something more.”

“More?” Itto asked, bringing his head back to look you in the eyes. “There’s more?”

You laughed, still in shock that Itto, one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen, could be this clueless when it came to sex.

“Yes, of course there’s more. There’s endless things you can do when it comes to sex.”

“Sex? Like the bad word?” Itto questioned.

“Yes, this is what it means.” You responded, surprised by your ability to remain stoic. You wrapped your hand back around his cock, stroking Itto with his own climax.

“Ahh, it feels even better-” Itto whined, “Why does it feel even better-”

“Because now it’s wet.” You spoke plainly, listening to the squelching noises you made with your hand. 

“Nghh…” Itto began to shift his hips, trying to buck into your hand.

“Tsk tsk,” you released your grip. “Stay still. Let me guide you.”

“O-okay,” Itto agreed, settling back onto the floor so you could continue stroking him. You used your free hand to fumble with the bottom half of your clothing, undoing your buttons and buckles. As you began to peel off your clothes one-handedly, the smell of your arousal hit him like a truck.

“W-what are you doing?” Itto whined, staring at the skin of your upper thighs that you had revealed.

“I think this might feel a lot better for you.” You spoke. “Do you want to try putting it inside me?”

“Wait, wait.” Itto’s eyes widened. “It’s not gonna hurt you, is it?”

“Not if we do it slowly.” You responded, taking your hand off of Itto’s member to slide your undergarments off of your legs.

Itto held back a whimper as you crawled closer to him – he could feel the heat radiating off of your skin and smell the salty-sweet scent of your arousal. You began to straddle his hips, lowering your core until your lips met the tip of his leaking cock.

“Now tell me if you want to stop.” You spoke, surprising yourself with how calm you were acting. Ever since you saw his manhood, you had wanted it inside of you. You craved it so badly, you didn’t know if you’d be able to hold back if he told you no.

Itto nodded, staring down at your bare legs, digging his nails into the wooden floor even more to avoid digging them into the plush of your thighs. He didn’t know where these aggressive, lewd, lustful thoughts were coming from – but he couldn’t stop them.

“Ah-!” Itto’s eyes went wide as you began to sink down onto his dick. You were so hot, so wet, and you squeezed him like nothing else as your pussy slowly began to stretch around his length.

You let out the faintest whimper at the stretching sensation, not used to anything near his size. It bordered on painful, but you were so turned on that you had to stop yourself from pushing too far too soon. Itto’s ears pricked at the sound, the sensation going straight to his erection.

“A- are you okay?” Itto groaned, trying his best to remain calm as you sank down onto him.

“Y-yeah, it feels good.” You blushed, sinking slightly further down. It already felt like he was filling you completely, but you knew you weren’t even halfway down his length.

Itto stared down at his dick, watching you swallow more and more of it as you sank down. It was so warm, so wet, he thought he might already orgasm again.

You felt like you couldn’t fit any more of him in despite only having half of his length inside you – you felt too full, and it was getting difficult to continue to slide down over the widest part in the middle of his shaft. You decided to stop there, shifting your legs to kneel comfortably on the floor. You began to move back up, until only the tip remained inside. Itto watched you, his ruby eyes fixed on your heat, staring at the strings of slick you left behind on him. What he didn’t expect, however, was for you to start moving up and down on him.

“Hnn, ahh,” Itto panted, pleasure building up all too fast from how you moved, making him enter you over and over again. It felt like he was being swallowed up by the heat radiating from your pussy.

You began to move faster, bouncing off of your heels to keep up your momentum. Itto’s pants turned into moans and whines as he gripped onto the bed frame behind him in an attempt to avoid bucking his hips up into you. You had told him to stay still, and he would do his best to stay still.

You could feel your own climax begin to build as you moved – it got harder and harder to keep up your pace, your head clouding with lust from the sensation of being stretched and filled over and over. Your legs began to shake as you tried to continue, your stamina running low, pleasure beginning to take over your body.

“Ah, it’s gonna happen again-” Itto whimpered, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he struggled to maintain his composure. Itto’s desperation made you smirk. You didn’t realize you could have such a huge and strong Oni quivering so helplessly below you. Trying your best to keep moving, you bounced over and over until you couldn’t suppress your own moans anymore.

With a cry, Itto’s hands flew up to your thighs, his nails biting into the fat of your thighs. He couldn’t help it anymore; he came hard, his cock pulsating as it unloaded inside of you.

You could feel the warmth spreading inside you. His load was huge; it made you shudder, pushing you further towards your own climax.

“Ahh- Mr. Arataki, not inside…” You whined, realizing that you probably should have told him to not finish inside of you. But for some reason, you found it pleasurable – you enjoyed the sensation of his hot release filling you.

“A-ah, I’m sorry!” Itto’s eyes grew wide as his face turned bright red, his grip loosening as he began to lift you up and off of him.

“I-it’s okay.” You spoke, whimpering at the empty sensation he left inside you, “It’s already done.” You moved your hands to cover Itto’s that were placed on your thighs.

“O-oh,” Itto murmured, “that’s good, because I don’t wanna stop just yet…” He lifted his hips slightly, pushing back inside of you.

“Aah, again?” You gasped at the sensation of being filled again.

“O-only if you want to!” Itto stopped moving, his gaze snapping to meet yours, worried that he was hurting or upsetting you. You began to chuckle. You haven’t orgasmed yet, but you were close, and Itto’s hesitation was beginning to drive you crazy.

“Of course I want to continue, dumbass.”

“Oh, o-okay!” Itto nodded, “C-can I move, this time?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed a little too loudly as you collapsed and rested all your weight onto Itto’s hips. With the load of cum inside you and the sex you just had, you were able to slide slightly lower down Itto’s length.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Itto asked, worried about the way you seemed to squirm on his dick.

“Yes, I’m fine…” You spoke, staring at him through half-lidded eyes. “It feels really good for me too.”

“O-okay. I’ll try to go slow…” Itto could feel himself twitch inside of you at the sound of your voice. The way you told him it felt good turned him on far too much. He wanted to move so desperately, to just go wild and pummel into you like you were a ragdoll. However, he knew he would only hurt you if he did that. And so, with as much restraint as he could muster, he slowly pushed his hips up into you and then back out.

“If you keep up a rhythm like I did, it feels goo-” You were caught off guard as Itto picked up his pace to match what you had done before. “-aah~”

You closed your eyes, the pleasure stealing away your vision. As Itto began to thrust deeper and deeper into you, he began to reach a part of you that you never thought existed. The pleasure built up in your core and made you feel like you could pass out. You had finally taken in all of him, the Oni bottoming out with each thrust, his inhuman size completely filling you.

You lost control of your speech – gasps and moans left your mouth that you would be humiliated of in any other situation. Yet somehow, Itto found the noises you made so enticing… he didn’t know why, but it felt like you were urging him on to go faster and faster.

“Hng! A-ahn, hahh~” You couldn’t focus on anything as Itto continued his rhythm. He squeezed your thighs harder, his hips slapping against the plush of your ass with each thrust. He looked down, watching himself enter you over and over, eyeing the strings of cum that slipped out of you and began to make a mess on his pants and the floor.

“F-fuck, Y/N-” Itto gasped, “You’re so…”

You could feel your own climax encroaching, and you began to lose control over your balance. You didn’t know why… but your hands flew up to grab onto the horns on his head.

“-Aah, fuck!” Itto cried, not knowing why his horns were so sensitive – or why they felt so good when you held onto them. He tried his best to continue at the pace he started but everything you did seemed to push him to just let loose.

The pressure in your core, the snap of Itto’s hips against your ass, and the iron grip of his hands on your thighs sent you over the edge. You wailed as you came hard, your walls convulsing around his cock like nothing you felt before.

“Fuckfuckfuck Y/N you’re squeezing me too hard-” Itto cried, gasping at the sudden tightness around him. He couldn’t move anymore; your orgasm was constricting him too much. He fell still, resting your hips on top of his own. In the throes of your orgasm, you had finally been able to take all of him, now settling down at the bottom of his shaft. You felt like all your energy was gone as you slumped forwards against Itto’s chest.

“Ahn, Itto… so good…” You hummed, resting your head against his soft chest, almost forgetting that you were still inside him and that he was still very turned on. Your grip around the Oni’s horns loosened, your arms falling down to your sides.

“W-wait what happened, are you alright?” Itto asked, his voice reverberating through his chest as he spoke, his ruby eyes scanning over your body to see if anything was wrong. 

“No, ‘m fine…” You murmured. “Just had an orgasm too…”

“Oh-” Itto’s mouth formed an o-shape, his eyes widening as he realized what had just happened. “D-does it feel good for you too?”

“So good…” You hummed, your head resting on his chest.

Itto released his grip on your thighs, wrapping his arms around your torso and carefully standing up while still inside you. He turned carefully and set you down on the bed, trying his best not to hurt you in the process.

“Can I… continue?” Itto asked, and you gazed up at the Oni who stood above you. You nodded, and he slowly began to pull out of you. 

An empty feeling began to take over you as you watched him pull his entire length out of you. It was coated in a thick and white mixture of his cum and yours, but you realized something that shocked you – he seemed to be even bigger than before, despite cumming twice already. On top of that, he seemed to be all too eager to continue, making you wonder just what kind of libido an Oni might have while in his rut.

“You smell… so good…” Itto began to bend down, his head dipping between your legs as he smelled your leaking cunt.

“A-ah, Itto, not there-” Your sentence was cut off by a moan as you felt his wet tongue slide across your entrance. Itto licked a strip up your lips, gathering the mixture of climaxes in his mouth, the taste and smell going straight to his head.

“H-hey!” You grabbed both of his horns, pulling his head away from your pussy. When you saw the slick running down his chin and the lust in his eyes you realized the smell of sex must be some sort of aphrodisiac for him.

“I want more…” The white-haired Oni whined, sending a fierce blush across your face and turning you on again.

“Me too…” you responded, beginning to get up from where you laid on the bed. You rolled over and got onto all fours, showing Itto a new view of your entrance. You reached one hand back, fingers probing gently at your entrance, putting yourself on display for him. “Here, you can put it-”

Itto didn’t seem to need instruction. He pressed his engorged cock into you again, the sensation of being speared open by something so huge cutting off your sentence with a gasp. He wasted no time pressing further, fully sheathing himself inside of you within seconds. 

“Ahn, Itto~” You moaned, shocked that you could take something his size just like that. “S-so big…”

As Itto began to move, attempting to replicate the same pace as before, you felt fuller and fuller. He hadn’t been moving for long when you realized your arms and legs were already shaking. His hands subconsciously went to your hips, and you were thankful for the support as you leaned into his grip.

Itto’s hips began to make noise as they snapped against your ass, the skin-on-skin slapping growing wetter and wetter. Somehow, despite being completely inexperienced, Itto was excellent at holding his pace – so excellent that you couldn’t maintain your composure. As he fucked into you, your arms failed. You fell face-first onto his bed, your shoulders and chest resting on the soft mattress. Your back was now arched as Itto continued to hold your hips in the same place before.

You let out a garbled moan as Itto lifted your hips and pulled you backwards, your legs now dangling off the side of the bed so he could enter you more easily. Your ass was now facing the ceiling; this angle made your eyes roll back in your head.

Your head was so clouded with lust that you couldn’t spare a thought to wonder how Itto could do this with no experience whatsoever; neither of you knew just how much his Oni instincts were taking over. He relentlessly pounded into you again and again, losing all restraint. It felt so good. The sounds of skin slapping on skin, the wet sounds of his cock bullying into your pussy, and your moans mixed together into a lewd symphony inside his head that made him want to keep going and going.

Itto panted as he neared another climax, completely unaware that he was pushing you towards yours as well. You wailed, the sensation of being filled to the brim over and over sending stars into your vision. He had begun to thrust harder; the impact of his hips against your ass would send you flying if it wasn’t for his iron grip on your upper thighs.

As Itto reached the precipice of orgasm, you could feel him swell. The Oni moved his hands, using one arm to hook under your hips as he planted his other palm on the mattress beside your head. His movements fell still as he bent down and placed his lips against the nape of your neck. You felt a sharp pinch – Itto had bitten into your delicate skin, his fangs drawing blood. At the same time, however, you felt his cock swell and twitch as something warm spread inside you; he had bitten you at the same time that he came.

His lips remained planted firmly on your neck, eliciting a moan of both pain and pleasure from you. After a few moments, Itto began to move again, stirring the cum inside of you. You whimpered at the feeling, surprised at how animalistic he was acting.

Itto released you, leaning back and slowly removing his length from you. You could feel a thick liquid leaking out of your entrance and hear it dripping onto the mattress, as Itto finally set you down on the bed and rolled you over onto your back.

You stared up at the Oni, noticing the red tinge to his lips that you could only guess was your own blood. His hair was even more unruly than normal, and his expression was glazed over with desire. He didn’t utter a single word as he grabbed your thighs once again, the sharp edges of his nails digging painfully into your flesh.

He pushed your thighs up and against your chest, exposing your abused entrance yet again. You glanced down at Itto’s member – it was even bigger than before, particularly towards the middle. 

“Hahhh- Itto, will that even fi-” You were cut off again as he bullied his way into your cunt, filling you completely, hitting a very different spot inside of you. “Ahn, Itto!”

You didn’t have any time to adjust to the new, better feeling. His thrusts were fast, needy, hard. He pummeled into you relentlessly, pressing your knees into your chest harder, his nails digging into the fat of your thighs. Your moans began to turn into screams of pleasure. You’ve never felt this way before – and never expected to feel this way from someone who was a complete virgin. Your body shook as his hips snapped against your ass, the movements needy and hungry.

“Itto~ Aah!” You cried, tears welling up in your eyes from the overstimulation. You came hard, almost too hard for you to handle, the avalanche of pleasure combined with Itto’s unrelenting movements forcing fat tears to roll down your face as you wailed. Your walls clenched around him, but he continued pummeling into you without any indication of stopping.

There was something feral about the way Itto moved, his grunts as he thrusted, the wild look in his eyes. You had never seen someone with this kind of stamina, with this kind of animalistic desire. You gasped as you felt him grow even larger, a bulge beginning to grow at the base of his length, stretching you further as it popped in and out of you wetly. It grew bigger until it became stuck inside you, Itto no longer being able to pull his engorged cock out of your abused pussy. You were stretched so tightly around it that nothing escaped, even his final release.

Itto groaned as he came and his movements finally fell still. He collapsed on top of you, his arms landing on either side of your body to prevent his weight from crushing you. He unloaded a final time inside of you, his member twitching as hot ropes of cum painted your insides, this time trapped inside of you by the huge knot at the base.

“Hahhh… ‘m so tired…” Itto sighed, his hot breath blowing across your neck. He buried his face into the nape of your neck where he had bitten you, pressing his lips gently against the bleeding bite mark.

“W-what was that,” You murmured, staring up at the ceiling as you finally came down from your high..

“Dunno…” Itto mumbled, “but now I can’t pull it out… ‘n I’m sleepy…”

The Oni relaxed and you felt more of his weight shift on top of you. His breathing became more even, and it sounded to you like he had just fallen asleep.

“I-Itto?” You whispered, looking to the side to see his eyes peacefully closed.

It was weirdly characteristic of your boss to pass out on top of you after fucking you silly.

You smiled to yourself, finally closing your eyes as well.

‘I suppose I’ll have to apologize to Miss Kuki tomorrow…’ You thought to yourself as you drifted off.

~~~

The next morning, you woke up in a different position. You were underneath heaps of blankets, wrapped in something very soft and warm. You opened your eyes to see that you were inside Itto’s (pretty much destroyed) bedroom. The clothes you were wearing – if you could call it that – were hanging off of you like rags. You didn’t realize the sex you had the previous evening was that crazy. There were bite marks and scratches that littered what skin was visible above the blankets, and you dreaded seeing how you felt once you started walking.

You shifted in place, and heard a loud creak. you looked down to see the bed was sloped at an unusual angle, evidence that the entire bed frame had been broken. You looked around to see scraps of yours and Itto’s clothes littered across the floor. You tried sitting up to get a better look, but felt something slightly tighten around you as you moved. That was when you realized Itto was sleeping behind you, his arms wrapped around your torso, hugging you close to his chest. You turned your head to see his serene face, feeling his messy yet soft hair tickle your face and neck.

You smiled. Arataki Itto really was a good guy, no matter how dumb. You decided it was likely a good idea to slip out before he woke up, since there’d be no doubt he would feel bad for what he did to you last night if he was awake to see the state of your body. Besides, you had to somehow get home and shower before you needed to turn up for work. 

You began to shift slightly, figuring out a good angle to slip out of his grasp and inch out of bed.

“Don’t go…” Itto murmured, his voice raspy and deep from sleep. It was as if he could sense you were trying to leave, even though he wasn’t fully awake – he hadn’t even opened his eyes yet. 

“H-huh?” you stuttered, confused. You believed you were only there to help him with his… unique problem. So when Itto held you close the next morning, you didn’t understand why.

“I like you a lot… I've liked you since I first laid eyes on you.” Itto finally opened his eyes, giving you a soft smile. Your gaze traveled up to meet his sleepy ruby eyes.

“You mean when I stopped you from eating beans?” You scoffed, but you couldn’t stop the smile that grew across your face.

“Yeah, you saved my life! How could I not fall head over heels for you?”

“You do realize that I’d already been working for you for like… three weeks when that happened.” You quipped.

“Hey, that was the first time I noticed you!” Itto whined, and you never expected to say the words that came out of your mouth next.

“Well, I’m glad you finally noticed me.” You moved one hand up to run your fingers through his unruly hair. “And I like you too.”

You laid a sweet peck on his forehead then retreated back under the covers, nuzzling your face into Itto’s chest and closing your eyes again. Work could wait.

~~~

Bonus: The Previous Night

Kuki Shinobu hadn’t heard from you in a couple hours. It was beginning to get dark, and she wondered if you had given up on trying to get Itto to leave his room. She decided to turn up at his house and check to see if he was still there.

As she approached the house, she could hear strange sounds coming from the upstairs window that happened to be completely open. Itto’s purple undershirt was hanging out of the window, and a dim light came from inside… Shinobu knew that meant Itto must be at home. However, as she got closer, she could hear someone else inside.

“Ahn, Itto~”

That sounded like your voice… she wondered why you would still be at his house, when you told her you would go fetch Itto hours ago. However, your voice sounded a little unusual.

“S-so big…” Your voice sounded more like a moan, and Shinobu’s eyes went round with shock as she heard Itto speak next.

“A-ah, Y/N you feel so good!”

Shinobu had to slap a hand over her mouth to stop her from making a noise of death. She spun on her heels and ran away, completely scarred by what she just heard her boss exclaim.

‘Well, at least I know Boss is alright now…’ She thought to herself, nauseated at the thought of what he and you were likely doing right now.

𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈𝙶𝚄𝙰𝚁𝙳!𝚃𝙾𝙹𝙸 - the first time he fucks you is at a bar.

3508wc. n\\fw. drinking, blurry consent, public restroom sex (unprotected), oral. barely edited. gets fluffy toward the end bc i cannot help myself

BODYGUARD!TOJI was barely of 16 when your father plucked him from his clan. he’d been barely 16, trained to fight from the moment he was born, and given to you a for your 13th birthday. he knows what happened -he won a fight, your father paid a hefty price for him, and his family handed him over like an animal-, but knows fuck all about how you ended up his responsibility. he’d been forced to fight for as long as he could remember, bred for that sole purpose, and protecting something -someone- was nothing like it.

but he had no choice but to accept the responsibility, made sweeter by the money and comfort that came with it. so, he plays knight-and-princess with you. lets you do fuck all as long as you don’t make his job tedious. and he finds that you’re amusing as time passes, so even tho he’d rather be bashing someone head into a concrete underground for others’ entertainment, he finds himself sticking closer and closer to you. his green gaze bored but always focused. always attentive. doesn’t even really like taking time off because he doesn’t trust anyone else to have your best interest in mind.

(doesn’t like other people touching his things, either.)

and proof of this comes one evening in a bar you shouldn’t know anything about. because you are a little princess- he’s made sure to keep you this way, following your fathers orders- and no little princess of his should know anything about where he goes to get his dick wet.

and yet: you’re sitting at a table with a group he recognizes from your college days. it’s a shock to his system, seeing how much they’ve grown. seeing that they’re men and not scrawny little crew members. and, in turn, seeing how much you’ve grown.

it hits him like a ton of fucking bricks. he doesn’t know how he missed it beyond the fact that he’s been doing his job, but he watches as you laugh at something one of them says before taking a shot. and then another. and another- this one spills from your lips, falling onto your bared chest and slipping between your breasts and he wonders where the fuck whoever was assigned to you is because this is the last thing you should be doing.

but, there is no sign of them. so he watches from his vantage point, keeping track of you as you attempt to cut yourself off while one of the little assholes continues to push drinks in your direction. and after an hour, when you get up to go to the restroom and said asshole teammate follows, toji is forced to recognize that his job has become a lifestyle. and his lifestyle is you.

of all fucking things.

so he follows and finds you in the bathroom. bent over the sink as the little asshole eats you out. and he has to hand it to you -as his eyes dart from where the other man is buried between your thighs to the view of you in the mirror, your tits squished together between your arms and hazy bliss on your face- he’s impressed by the turn of events. amused as your lips part under the low lights and you shift your weight to arch your back and reach back to adjust his head.

it’s your moan that snaps him out of it, whatever the fuck it is, forcing him to scowl before he growls your name. your eyes open slowly, finding him in the mirror, and shock flickers across your features for barely a second before your lashes flutter against your cheeks. 

“t-toji,” you breathe as your finger loosen in your old teammate's hair.

he has no fucking clue how he hears you over the roar of the bar. no clue except for the fact that he’s perfectly-conditioned -no, fine-tuned to everything about you.

it’s a death sentence. truly.  (and worse: he doesn’t hate it.)

“whoa,” the old teammate says. “dude. you’re still around?”

toji’s eyes flicker down to see the boy wiping his mouth with the back of hand.

“of course he is. what type of stupid question is that, brock?” you ask as you pull up your jeans. “toji and i will always be together.”

the other man -brock- looks between the two of you in surprise before asking, “like, romantically?”

“get out,” toji bites out, watching as you turn to lean your bum on the sink. “now, little boy.”

“what are you even doing here?” you ask once you’re alone. 

he ignores the question in favor saying, “only sluts gets fucked in bathrooms. the filthier the cheaper.”

“ouch.” he watches as your hips wiggle distractedly, the desire for pleasure still drawn tight over your skin. “thank you for the vote of confidence.”

he sucks his teeth. “let’s go.”

“i came out to get laid. i’m not- don’t look at me. you don’t think i’m a virgin do you?”

“yes.”

you grin. it’s shit eating and his fists clench at his sides as you say, “oh” in a sympathetic tone that wedges itself under his skin. “i’m so sorry to disappoint, toji…to take that from you.”

he sees red. feels it burn through every inch of him. hears it, even, rushing through his ears. he says your name, tone clipped and cold. “let’s go.”

you don't budge. “why are you here? for the same reason?”

“where the fuck is whoever’s watching you?”

you cross your arms, framing your breasts in your low cut top, and he can’t believe how distracting it is considering he’s gone god-knows-how-long without noticing. “you’re the only one who takes care of me. everyone else lets me do whatever i want.”

“irresponsible,” he hisses and you laugh. “we’re leaving.”

“um, no. i need to get fucked.”

BODYGUARD!TOJI who feels like ice water has been thrown on him. who feels his cock start to stiffen as his lip curls in disgust. BODYGUARD!TOJI who resists the urge to manhandle you out of the restroom and bar by the skin of his teeth. BODYGUARD!TOJI who watches as your mouth curls to one side, mirth flashing in your eyes, and hears himself ask, “oh, you need to get fucked, huh?”

the bathroom door is still propped open with his foot, his large body taking up every inch of the doorway, and the look you shoot him cords desire through every inch of his body.

you’ve always been his. for as long as you all have known each other you’ve belonged to him and now -now- he sees a way to own you further. deeper.

his cock throbs as the idea bounces around in his head until he finally lets the door go and turns the lock. you gasp, eyes brightening with excitement as you straighten up, hips once again moving attractively under his watchful eyes.

“are you finally going to give me what i want?”

he has to hold himself back. he knows it. but that doesn’t mean he’s going to stop.

“i’m not going to give you anything,” he tells you as he closes the distance. “i am going to take, though.”

your body softens, submits to him as he fills the space before you. you nod, looking up at him through your lashes. “whatever you want.”

his hand settles on your hips. he hears your voice in his head, again asking are you finally going to give me what i want? he had no idea, and as he feels your skin under his palm he wonders how long you’ve wanted anything from him.

“you know you just have to ask. don’t you?”

BODYGUARD!TOJI who doesn’t really let you answer. who kisses you instead, tongue slow and sweet on purpose, savoring the moment with you just in case this is the only time. who can’t unsee the woman you’ve become since his eyes were opened, and doesn’t really want to.

BODYGUARD!TOJI who pops the button on your jeans and flattens his palm against your stomach before slipping in. who lets his index and pinky fingers flank your lips as his ring and middle fingers push between them. who finds you soaking wet from more than just the mouth of that little fucking boy you’d been suffering through oral with. who smiles at the needy little cry you give, your face pressing into his chest.

“how bad have you wanted it, baby?” he hums as he plays with your clit, fingers circling and teasing. “pussy is so fucking wet…”

“don’t tease,” you breathe, fingers digging into his arm. “you already know- haa, Tojiii, fuck-”

BODYGUARD!TOJI who always gives you what you want. who pushes his fingers into your hole and fucks you with them, his other hand coming up to the back of your head to hold you to his chest. who chuckles at the way your hands clench at his tshirt, your little pants wetting the fabric as he fucks you on his fingers.

“tell me what you need, princess.”

“your cock” -you nuzzle into his chest and toji feels something irrational pulse through him, a reminder that you’re his and that you’ve wanted him settling low in his stomach- “need it, toji. hard and fast until i’m- i’m- fuck yes” -your hips cant forward, grinding your clit to his palm, and there’s a sick, sticky sound that draws a groan from his stomach- “please.”

“until you’re what?”

“be-begging you to stop. until…until after that.”

BODYGUARD!TOJI who doesn’t disappoint. who pulls his hand from your cunt and sucks his fingers into his mouth, moaning at your taste and smirking at the way your eyes watch his, hazy and hungry. 

he’s drunk off of it. off of you and it’s the greatest feeling. he doesn’t think he’ll be able to give it up.

“ask for it.”

“ask?” you tease, curious amusement in your gaze. “not beg?” you tilt your chin and he kisses you, tongue stroking yours.

his thumb strokes your check. “i want to hear you ask for it. explicitly.”

“i’m asking you to fuck me like a cheap slut in a filthy bathroom.”

he smirks, licking his lips as he steps back. “turn around.”

you do, eyes meeting his in the mirror, and he’s rough as he tugs your jeans low enough. his hands squeeze at your hips and ass, thumbs digging into the crease of your thighs before pushing back into your hole and pulling you open. he watches the way your eyes flutter closed, feels the way you attempt to push back into him, and realizes that others have seen this version of you. that this glimpse into your pleasure isn’t his and his alone.

it draws a growl from his chest.

he fucks his fingers into you, hard and fast as his other hand wraps around your waist. his fingers slide through the mess you’ve made of yourself, settling on your clit and circling. faster and faster as you tremble in his arms. 

your eyes barely hold onto his as your head tilts back toward him in pleasure. he fucks you through it, adding a finger to stretch you open for him and cupping your cunt in his big hand once you attempt to wiggle away from him.

“haaa,” you breathe, looking back at him in the mirror. he dips his face into your shoulder, breathing you in, and the familiar scent of your perfume and skin mixes with the smell of your sex, overwhelming his senses and leaving him throbbing.

“fuck, toji- i-” he gives you a squeeze before letting you go “-so good. felt sooo good.”

he drops your gaze and focuses on pulling his hard on from his jeans. he decides -somewhere between fisting his thick cock and rubbing the head to your slit- that he can fuck thought of anyone else from your mind. that he won’t have to worry about if there will be a second time, just about when.

“c-condom?”

“no.” he smirks at you. “i’m fucking you raw, princess.”

“b-but-”

“‘m clean,” he breathes, “and you’re mine, yn.”

he hears your breath catch, feels the way you shift needily. “yours, huh?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him. “how many girls have you fucked raw?”

“how many brocks have you?”

“never,” you answer. “i’ve never fucked anyone without a condom.”

BODYGUARD!TOJI who doesn’t bother hiding his groan of pleasure or shy away from leaning in to kiss the curve of your cheek. who feels like he’s won a prize- who knows he has. “good girl.”

“toji,” you bite out, your annoyance making him smirk.

“you’re the first.” he licks his lips as he fits his cock between your swollen folds, his drooling tip teasing you mercilessly. “the only… do you trust me?”

“trust suggests i doubt you, t-toji.” your statement is broken by a whimper. “i d-don’t doubt you…i could never.”

he licks at your neck, teeth grazing your skin at the taste as you say, “i’m asking you to ruin me.”

BODYGUARD!TOJI who bullies his cock into you and laughs as you cum from his sheer size, your moans and whimpers of pleasure filling his ears. who fucks you hard and slow against the bathroom sink, one hand on your shoulder and the other on your hip as he takes and takes and takes, each stoke long and hard.

he never looks away from you, green eyes focused on watching pleasure play out on your features. watches you become his and his alone as he pounds you through another orgasm, your pretty lips parted and gaze unfocused as you breathe his name like it’s the only thing you know.

“-toji, t-toji, tojiiii-”

it echoes, each utterance like music to his ears and balm to his soul as you cum again and fuck if anyone told him this is how tonight would end he’d have faught them. might have killed even. but, as it stands now -now that he feels your velvety walls around his cock, pulsing and stretching to take all of him- he can’t help but accept the situation for what it is: heaven. 

BODYGUARD!TOJI who taunts you, the hand at your neck sliding, his arm cradling you in a chokehold as he pulls you back. you back bows, pushes you further onto his cock, and he can’t help the groan that escapes him as you gasp because he’s nearly all the way. who stuffs you to the brim, imprints himself on you, and he’s certain he could go a little further. that he could give you more and you’d accept like you were made for him. that you could take all of it if he really needed you to. 

“makin’ such a fuckin’ mess, baby,” he murmur, loving the tears that wet you’re cheeks. “such a sloppy fuckin’ pussy.”

you whimper, walls pulsing weakly around him in the sweetest of orgasms: they’re his now. not yours. you know it as well as he does. you may have needed to get fucked- might have enjoyed the first two, but everything that’ll ever follow is his.

“ruin you, uh?” he asks, breath hot at your ear. “ruin you for who? for fun?”

“f-for an-nyone else, ba-haa, god, fuck-baby. ah-i don’want anyone else.”

he smirks, tilting his hips just right and feeling the head of his cock slip in deeper. like a fucking puzzle piece. you gasp and cry, hands coming up to grip his arm.

“tojiii,” you whimper, tears wetting his arms. 

“i’m ruining you, baby,” he bites out, pounding into you and finally letting his eyes fall to where your tits bounce in your shirt. “you asked for it, didn’t you?”

you groan, the sound delirious before you breathe, “yeah…”

“say it” -he shakes you a bit, forcing you to meet his piercing gaze- “lemme hear you say it.”

“i asked f-for this,” you pant, eyes hazy in the mirror. you do your best to maintain eye contact and he can’t help but find it sexy. the way you struggle and accept and cry and again say, “i-i asked for thiiiis.”

he can still feel you trembling, walls pulsing weakly over and over, and as your body sags against him he sees fucking stars because the weight of you is perfect. perfect. perfect as fucks into you, short and fast now, loving the feel of your swollen cunt sucking him back in with every stroke.

“tappin’ out on me, already?” he chuckles, voice low as he listens to you. someone bangs on the door, but you’re too far gone to notice and he doesn’t give a fuck. “i thought you needed you get fucked, princess? were you that desperate? i haven’t even filled you up yet.”

“toji,” you murmur, nails digging into his arm.

he grunts, loving the feel of it. “gonna take more for me, yeah?”

you moan, half looking over your shoulder. “yeah,” you agree, voice thick with lust.

“a lil’ more for me, baby. you feel so good…”

 “a-asked for this.”

fuck. he fucks you harder, cock throbbing and balls aching. all because of you. you. who he’s never even considered and yet-

he shoves his fingers into your mouth before you can cry out, moaning at the wet feel of your tongue. “can you still taste your pussy on my fingers? good girl, baby. suck’em just like that.”

BODYGUARD!TOJI who teases filth in your ear until he fills you up and holds you still on his cock, both of his arms drawn around your shoulders and face buried into you. who can still feel you trembling, your cunt squeezing at his cock as though you haven’t gotten enough, and has to remind himself that you’re too far from home. that you’re in a disgusting public restroom. that you’re his charge, his responsibility, his spoiled brat of a princess- his.

it’s the word he focuses on because it’s true.

“toji,” he hears you say, voice breathy and desperate even now. “i-i don’t want you to pull out.”

he chuckles, eyes meeting yours in the grimy mirror. “are you asking?”

“ha- well. n-no. i can’t…i can’t take anymore. i swear to god the head of your cock is in my fucking cervix r-right now-”

he chokes on a laugh. “you’d be an actual crying mess of pleasure if that was true.”

“wha- uh. please. just let me down a little. not too fast- fucking-fuck you feel so-

“i’m so empty now.” you whimper, slipping out of his arms as you pull your jeans back up. “god, i can-i can feel your cum-”

he watches you slump against the wall and shove your hand down the front of your pants. wonders briefly who the hell would do such a thing until he hears you whimper and watches as you pull your hand free and lift your fingers to reflect the light.

“-how funny. i’ve never-”

BODYGUARD!TOJI who watches you lick your fingers, your face still wet with tears. who groans, a choked laugh escaping him at your startled expression. who tucks his spent cock back into his jeans and steps closer to you, eyes not dropping yours as you continue to lick your fingers clean.

“yn.” he leans in, kisses you over your fingers and strokes his tongue over yours once you move your hand. “are you comin’ home? or remainin’ with your friends?”

“wherever you’re going.” you hesitate for a moment before gripping the edge of his shirt, your other hand coming up to wipe your face. “if-if that’s ok.”

his knuckles brush your stomach as he buttons your jeans, but it’s only as he tugs the zipper that the gravity of what he’s done settles upon him. he’s fundamentally changed the structure of your relationship because he was angry. angry and jealous. the thought confuses him now, but it doesn’t stop him.

he hooks a finger in one of your belt loops and tugs you closer. looks down his nose at you. again wonders how he overlooked the woman you’ve become before.

“whatever you want,” he tells you, hugging you to his chest for a moment.

it dawns on him that it’s rare, touching each other. something done only out of necessity. but as your arms sneak around his waist he decides he likes it. more than he probably should, considering he works for your father. that he’s paid to protect, not fuck you.

but, his thoughts are cut short by someone banging on the door. he hugs you closer when you jump, hyper aware of how soft you are against him.

“don’t let go.”

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BODYGUARD!TOJI who accepts it. whose job has become his lifestyle and whose lifestyle is you. who understands that even though you're his -and his alone now, considering he was going to beat the shit out of whoever let you out of their sight-, you have a hold on him that he can’t describe. that you’ve always had that hold on him, from the moment he’d been sold to your father. 

“yn…i won’t.”

I wasn’t expecting to see Yamato but here he is~

誓いのキスは突然に

鴻上大和プラスマリッジ

⋆‧͙*̩̩͙꒰ Disjecta Membra ꒱*̩̩͙‧͙⋆

*sigh* idk what to say at this point. I’m not even a major simp for the Jester but the Pierro brainrot was very infectious. Y’all can thank @frogchiro​ for converting me and @seakicker​ for inspiring this fic  =_=

As always, thank you to @diodellet​ for suffering with me as my peer reviewer!! I’m also grateful to Kin for helping with my characterization of Pierro. I ended up writing about a very detailed darling, but I hope you enjoy their twisted tale nonetheless :>

Tw:: YANDERE, unhealthy relationships, kidnapping, coercion, blood, violence, death, psychological trauma, self-deprecation, needles, spice, mention of nsfw, MINORS DNI

Note:: Female reader who is a fallen goddess, pre-release Pierro

♡ 14.9k words under the cut ♡

i. memento mori

You cooked too much food again.

You stare at your dinner. Out of habit, you had also set the table for two and filled both plates before realizing your mistake. You can’t finish the cream stew all by yourself.

Great, more stale leftovers.

You shake your head and pick up your spoon.

Old habits die hard. You’d made the same mistake before, but it had taken less time for you to adjust. It was easier when someone was still there to correct you.

The kitchen is too quiet. You can only manage a few bites before you grow sick of the empty chair across from you. Picking up your plate and cutlery, you go outside and take a seat at the temple entrance.

The forest is the same as usual, shrouded in a veil of mist. Through the haze, you can spot a few woodland critters darting to and fro. Somewhere in the trees, a pair of birds are singing a harmonious duet. The pasithea flowers are in full bloom.

You wave your hand and the mist rises. The berry bushes look ripe for picking. You can already imagine the many—no, Oizys won’t be here to enjoy your cooking.

“Help.”

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'𝟒𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀'

SUMMARY: when toji anime concept art dropped millions of panties dropped around the globe

WARNINGS: smut, fem!bodied reader, slight daddy kink, praise kink, degradtion, slight breath play/slight choking, fingering, mating press (pos.), unprotected sex, creampie, slight lactation, mentions of preganacy, sorta.. kinda baby trapping, petnames (baby, ma, pretty girl, daddy) toji is a toxic, manipulitive baby daddy ngl

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who knows you can't live without him. who knows he's the only one who can keep you satisfied.

you complain about him and yet you let him in. everytime he uses the same excuse as to why he's there 'just wanna see the baby, nothing more'.

he finds himself playing with the one year old daughter you two shared, catching you giving him glances here or there. you may not have even known it yet, but he could tell you were needy. your breathing pattern, the fact you had your thighs pressed so tightly together, it was so obvious you wanted him to fuck another baby in to you.

"megumi 'nd tsumiki miss you," he tells you while playing patty-cake with his baby girl. it wasn't a lie either, the two did prefer you compared to toji's previous girlfriends (if you could call them that)— shit, tsumiki preferred you over her own mother. "they keep askin' about lyric.. they wanna spend time with their lil sister.."

you attempted to make a point, "they can see her when it's your days," you added. "but i do miss them too.. they're very sweet kids, nothin' like you."

toji scoffed, "yeah? but i still made megumi just like i made lyric.. they're somethin' like me, and besides,"

he held up lyric and placed her face next to his own.. a smug smirk on his scarred lips.

"doesn't she look just like daddy.."

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who sloppily makes-out with you on the couch after you put the baby for a nap. one hand squeezing your jaw and the other cupping your pussy while he thrusts two thick fingers inside of your weeping hole.

"talk to me, ma," his fingers curled, pressing firmly into that spongey spot within your walls while rubbing your clit with his thumb. "talk to me.." he huffed in between kisses.

your hips jumped as you rolled yourself on his fingers, trying to apply more pressure to that spot.

"feels s'good toj'.." you whimpered and dug your heels into his shoulder blades. he forced your face back from his, making sure you could lock eyes with him. those same emerald eyes your daughter had inherited.

"mhm i know, pretty girl," his strong hands squeezed your cheeks together, your lips were swollen from the kissing, and tears clung to your lashes. you were just too fuckin cute. "nobody can please this spoiled lil pussy like i can, yeah? .. not even you, ma.." he chuckled as your eyes flicked back in your head, his movements had become faster and his fingers pushed deeper than before.

your hips bucked erratically, trying to chase your approaching high. you babbled on moans as your arousal rolled down his knuckles. your pathetically wet pussy was all you could hear besides your own whimpers.

"nobody," you cried. "nobody but you daddy.."

you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to supress your moans and not wake the baby while you squirmed from the overwhelming pleasure.

"did ya miss me as much as i missed ya? fuck.. how bad was it─ not bein' able to make yourself cum like i do─ like daddy does?" he asked, groaning at the sight of your puffy pussy growing bruised from how hard he was fingering you.

"soo bad.. so so bad," you moaned, his grip on your face loosening. "you reach so fuckin' deep.. make me feel so good, toji.. missed you so much.."

your voice quivered, "toji.. i need it bad.."

"need what, ma?" he asked you.

"need," you sniffled. "need your dick, toj'.."

he scoffed, "i know but i gotta prep you," he chewed on his inner cheek as you slid your hand under your tanktop and began playing with your sensitive tits. "just cum on my fingers and i'll give it to you.. i know how needy you've been without me, ma. my poor baby's been sufferin without this dick, yeah?"

you whined, "that's it..?"

"that's it," he kissed your nose. "that's all daddy wants.."

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who has you so cock drunk that he had to cover your mouth 'cause at that point you didn't even consider the fact you'd wake the baby.

but he couldn't blame you.

it had been about five months since he fucked you and right now it seemed like, even with prep, he was splitting your lil cunt in two.

it was a sloppy mess down there, you had forgotten how many times you had creamed around his cock.. but it was enough that it made each thrust make a wet, gushy squech-like noise.

only he had you like this.. so pathetic and desperate for a man's dick.

but it wasn't just that alone, of course he was blessed with a big ass dick, but toji actually knew how to fuck. he knew where to touch, what to tease, how fast or how slow he should go to get the ideal reaction from you.

"so fuckin messy," he grinned, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin as his heavy balls slapped repeatedly against your ass. toji found himself slipping out of you and he rubbed the tip of his cock over your clit. ".. so fuckin sensitive.."

you whined and bucked your hips against him til he finally pushed his cock back into the warmth of your gummy walls.

"you love this dick don't you, ma?" toji grunted, pulling his hand down so that you could speak.

his tip kissed your cervix and you gasped, "love it so much, toji!"

"ya can't live without this dick, can ya? just gotta fuckin' have it like a lil addict," toji chuckles, his thrusts grew harsher and more precise by the second. "what? you addicted to this dick, baby?"

you sobbed, "m─ mhm!"

"at that point then," his hand snaked around your throat. your thighs were now pressed firmly against your leaking breasts.. your pussy spread open and getting fucked 'til it was turning red. "might as well call this my fuckin cunt.. 'cause you can't please it properly without me.." toji huffed, squeezing your throat just a bit.

"it's," you whimpered. "it's your cunt, toji.. only yours!"

you could feel yourself coming to another orgasm.. your entire body was feeling it─ feeling him. that was his effect. every nerve, fiber, and ounce of your being could feel him when he fucked you. shit, even when he wasn't fucking you. lyric was an perfect example of the fact that toji was never going to be out of your life for good.

"missed you so much.. oh m'gonna cum! m'gonna cum again toji.." you warned him, clawing at his chest as your tits bounced with the newfound speed of his thrusts.

"fuck, just wait a sec, ma.." he rasped.

"can't," you whined. "gotta cum now.. please!"

he squeezed your throat tightly and groaned, "listen to me," you gasped for air as tears rolled down your hot cheeks. "do ya love me, baby?"

you blinked tears away as air filled your lungs once again..

"y.. yes, I love you too much toji.." you admitted.

"love ya too, ma," he smirked. "let me cum inside this pussy, yeah? let me make sure every man who looks at you knows i've been inside this pretty pussy.."

you let out one final gasp as you gushed around toji's cock for maybe the fourth time already, and in response to your cunt spasming around him he buried his cock deep inside you, shuddering as he let his jaw hang low and thick ropes of cum painted your inner walls.

everything hurts.

toji kissed your calves while kneading your bare tits as you tried to collect your thoughts.

but only one echoed throughout your mind

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who laid next to you in your bed, letting you rest on his chest. his lips pressed into your forehead while holding you close, softened cock nestled in your walls.

"toji.." you mumbled, voice hoarse.

"yeah, ma?"

"i'm not on bc.." you confessed shyly.

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who fucks you to sleep raw after hearing those words, making sure he claimed you on on every surface of your apartment before your daughter finally sturrs awake. he mumbles something about you resting.. and that he'll take care of her til you wake.

that familiar smug look on his face as he watches globs of his cum drip from your hole.

he knows good and well that he finally had you.. he finally caught you with your gaurd down..

now you were for sure stuck with him 'cause after all that, baby number two was definitely guaranteed.

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 | itadori yuuji

warnings . . . fem reader ( she / her prns ), frat boy yuuji, oral sex ( m -> f ), fingering, squirting, pet name usage ( ex. good girl, pretty, baby ), dacryphilia, creampie, reader’s 19 + yuu’s 20 n he has a fat dick :c

word count . . . approx. 3.6k

maisie's note ! . . . no wordz. dis all started off as a drabble given to me by my puppie nonnie. title based off of one my favvv songz ever by faye ! minors pls don’t interact :3 & if i missed anything in da tagz let me know ! muah ! !

temptation comes in the form of three embodiments.

they’re simple; the desire of the flesh — things that our physical bodies crave. the desire of the eyes — accouterments that look good or that we think make us look good, and ultimately, the pride of life — the things that give us status.

or, at the very least, that’s what you’ve been taught, told, and trained to think. 

wrong.

they’ve all been so . . fucking . . wrong; completely steered left of what true, distilled, unadulterated temptation looks like. it doesn’t come in the form of a slithering, machiavellian serpent nor a candy-red painted ferrari full to the brim of duffel bags of thousands. no, not even close.

it’s in the incarnation of a guy — a boy with fluffy tufts of cotton candy pink seated atop a head and rings of bubbling, golden champagne wrapped around dark, bottomless pupils. and it’s not like you aren’t aware of how itadori yuuji makes you feel, contradictorily, it’s quite the opposite. you’re a little bit too keen on realizing how sometimes you’d catch the broad line of his stature across your campus’ quad, how sometimes you don’t even mean to but you’d find yourself daydreaming about those pretty hands you’d normally see wrapped around the girth of a football, his duffel bag strap, and even a bottle of glacier cherry gatorade ( his favorite flavor, you picked that up too ) intertwined within your own. 

yuuji’s an enticement — or, let your sorority president say it, a stratagem used to lure you in, just as the rest of his ‘ detestable, disgusting, and obnoxious ‘ frat brothers are.

“i dunno,” you always tell her — voice soft and gentle in a way to assure her that you weren’t enervating her authority. “he seems pretty sweet.” 

he is. you’re sure of it. 

because no one else offers to carry your duffel on the walk to your sorority house at night when it’s cold and your muscles are taut and pulled tight after two and a half hours of splits, round offs, and full twists. especially not during rush week, when yuuji himself should be exhausted with football practice, exams, and being on his fraternity’s executive council. 

but that’s the thing — it’s rush week.

“and it gets pretty crazy out here on campus, not gonna lie,” he gives you a charming, little smile, holding the both of your duffel bags on one of his shoulders like they were merely the weight of a simple backpack. 

you’re curious and it shows in your voice when you gently murmur, “like how?” because you’re only a freshmen, only been in eta phi mu gamma for a piffling four months now. you’re, what everyone on campus older than you seems to call, fresh meat. 

and yuuji seems like he hadn’t expected you to ask that question, because his lips part at the opening of his sentence before they snap back closed then he’s furrowing his eyebrows a bit and giving a small, ‘ hm. ‘ “uh, ‘s just a lot of . . tension, among all of the frats and sororities,” his voice grows a little dimmer here but his smile widens. “ ‘specially between yours and mine.”

“mhm.” you’re growing closer and closer to your house and you are fully aware of the fact that your president refuses to sleep until she’s absolutely sure everyone’s inside, which sometimes leaves her pacing the foyer and checking the windows at random intervals. so, you stop yuuji about two houses away with a small hand to his chest. he’s taller than you, hence you having to tilt your chin skywards just a bit to make eye contact with him, and he’s staring at you — with this faraway glint in his eye and just the slightest curve of a smirk lifting the corner his lips.

you quickly grow coy. “thank you for walking me home.”

“mhm.”

he’s not making a move to give you your bag just yet, consequently leaving you to keep talking. “i appreciate it, a-a lot, yuuji. i know you’re probably tired, too.”

“ ‘s no problem.” 

when he hands you your duffel, your fingers brush up against one another’s and you try not to flinch back too quick in fear of giving him the wrong idea — that you didn’t like the feeling because you really, really did. 

he smiles, all big, bright, and boyish that has all of the sharp lines and etches that make up his handsome face softening — his pretty eyes crinkling up into curved crescents and his cheeks fattening up at the apples. “i’ll see you later, yeah?”

you’re blushing, “yeah,” you whisper. “mhm. bye, yuuji.”

“president aoi of kappa tau nu has invited us to a party tonight and we’re going — and before you all ask, yes, this is a mandatory event and no, you, and i’m looking at you mai, can not squirm your way out of this by faking the stomach flu. we’re all going.”

you don’t understand the logic behind some of your prex’s decisions, however, you know better than to ask her or your vice president to elaborate on them. to your knowledge, the bickering and quarrel between kappa tau nu and eta phi mu gamma has dated back a few decades — a classic prank on the other gone wrong that’s sparked a rivalry that’ll, by reasonable assumption, edge into a lifetime.

you’re aware that your president would rather you and your sisters not to speak to, let alone have sexual relations with, a member of kappa tau nu, however, all things considered, itadori yuuji is, and will always be a carrot, and you, a ditzy, dumb, little bun. 

because you don’t know how you ended up ass up, face down with your flimsy, silk, lace trimmed and cherry printed dress pushed up underneath the globes of your tits in someone’s bed ( you think it’s yuuji’s friend inumaki’s given the tiny star wars figurines and topple of books sitting on a desk beside an apple computer ) after only stepping foot into this party twenty minutes ago, but, you are. 

and yuuji’s behind you, dressed in a pair of dark washed levis, a simple white tee, his letterman jacket, and a gold, rope chain hanging from his neck. you can feel it swinging back and forth against your thighs as his chilled, calloused fingers took hold of the soft, full meat of your ass cheeks to spread them apart and get a nice eye full of your winking taint and dripping pussy.

you’re whining, fist loosely curled up in front of your mouth, and small feet kicking ‘cause you feel him just staring and you need him to do something. “yuuji, please.”

his pretty, lil cheerleader.

he’s had his eye on you since the moment he saw you moving your things into the eta phi mu gamma house across the street and four down from his window. so pretty, you’re just so . . fucking . . pretty, and yuuji needed you like a human being needed fucking air. fuck aoi, fuck your president, and fuck anyone who wants to get in the way of him having you right here and fucking now.

‘cause you’re so sweet, all doe-eyed, tender, and gentle — offering him another gatorade when your squad decides to practice on the field with his team and you slip off to the vending machine ‘ because it’s really hot out here and i thought you’d be thirsty, ‘ you always say. 

“oh, fuck,” he breathes out, rolling the spheres of your ass in slow circles while slowly pressing them in close together then pulling back apart to watch your pussy open up and close back again like a shy, blossoming flower. 

you’re dripping. there’s a pearl of slick clinging onto your little clit before it slowly starts to drop — lengthening an orb into a sticky thread. “fuck,” he says again, although his voice ebbs off into a little whine at the end of the word and his hand falls down onto the soft skin of your ass with a sharp smacking sound. “prettiest lil pussy i’ve ever seen.”

you whimper. yuuji’s ears catch it. 

he laughs, it’s soft and husky — like the sight of you has him short of breath. “is my admiration of you taking too long?”

surprisingly you nod, and he watches your little fingers curl into fists to grasp onto the soft, navy blue duvet. 

“huh?” yuuji lets his tongue press against the inside of his cheek while he smiles. “yeah?”

and you hiccup, softly mumbling out, “uh huh. wan’ — i wan’ you right here.” you reach out between your legs to grab a few of his fingers and press them against your cunt. without hesitation, he watches your thighs tremble at the sensation of his graze.

“want me right here?” yuuji doesn’t want to tease you. the sound of his clothes rustling against one another as he moves to arch himself over you has you curling your toes in your soft white, frilly socks. “want yuuji right here?” his breath hits the shell of your ear while he starts to rub your clit in soothing, little circles and your eyelashes flutter closed as your mouth drops open around a soft cry.

“yes, please,” you’re whimpering and nodding, threaded brows furrowing in close which has the skin folding between them. “please, yuu’ — h-hah.”

soft, sticky kisses are stamped across your ear, down your neck, to your cheek. you have to tilt your head back to sloppily smack your lips to his into a sodden, unkempt kiss, allowing him access when he politely asks for it which has your tongue gliding past his lips, against the roof of his mouth and his around yours. 

his hand leaves your cunt, just for a moment so that he can swat another spank to your ass and squeeze the skin and then his fingers touch your pussy again — glide against the folds of your labia, across your clit, and dip just the slightest bit inside of you; almost as if he were collecting every single drop of your essence on the pads of them just so that he can break your kiss, lift up on his knees, and lay his digits against the cushion of his own tongue.

“fuck.”

you taste heavenly. scarily so. 

he needs a drink from the direct source. down he goes, and up he pushes you, so that he can peel apart your cheeks again and snap his mouth shut around your fat, leaking pussy. 

your little legs shoot up and your spine pulls straight. it’s a sudden surge of overwhelming pleasure before his tongue starts to steadily stroke against the throbbing bead of your clit which has you trembling back lax with a shaky, little, “oh, yuu’” gliding past your lips while your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

yuuji’s sloppy with it, as with almost everything he does. he fucks his spit into you with the pointed end of his tongue until it overfills and starts to drip back out of you, mixed poorly with the cherry sweetness of your slick which permits him with the chance to wrap his lips around your clit and suck. 

and you give him the prettiest sounds — high pitched whines, weak gurgles, and sloppy slurs of his name because of the drool trickling down the corner of your glossed lips.

you let the tops of your socked feet press into the back of yuuji’s head to pull him in and you push yourself rearward closer to his face. “d-don’t stop,” you’re mewling, hips starting to lift and drop so that you’re blatantly using his fucking face and yuuji thinks he’s two seconds away from cumming in his pants. “please. please, yuuji.”

he won’t. he won’t.

the sounds echoing off within the four walls of inumaki’s room, over the hard bass of bryson tiller’s sorry not sorry are disgusting. waterfalls composed from the mix of his saliva and your juices drip off of yuuji’s chin and smears against the surface of his cheeks with loud squelches and slurps and he lets his tongue slip back into his mouth to swallow what you give him with an audible gulp. 

because of how good it feels, tears start to bubble up and glaze over your eyes, turning your once sharp vision into a blur as you feel yuuji’s hands grip onto your hips to pin you still. “c-cumming,” you gasp. “‘mcumming’mcumming.”

the feel of your little pussy clenching and relaxing around his tongue, followed by the gooey feel of your release dripping down across it has yuuji flat out mesmerized. he doesn’t think he can stop. he wants to pin you here for the rest of both of your days and have more — doesn’t think he can go on with the rest of his life knowing you have the sweetest fucking pussy he’s ever tasted and not having it in his mouth every second of everyday. 

“ ‘s so much,” you’re whimpering come a minute later when you’re realizing that yuuji hasn’t moved and looks like he doesn’t plan on moving for a while. “yuu’ — yuuji, p-please, ‘s too much.”

he’ll have mercy on you . . just this one time. 

he pulls off out of breath and lets you fall into a limp less lump. you thought that’d be it — that he’d be done, but you hear the sound of his clothes rustling again, and the heavy thump of his letterman falling on the floor then you’re being flipped over and your calves are touching your ears. it happens in a whirr too fast for your ditzy, little brain to handle but when it all catches up, you’re aware that yuuji has the bottom hem of his tee held between the sharp, white lines of teeth and he’s tapping his fat cock against the plush meat of your needy pussy.

“she’s so fuckin’ greedy,” he mumbles, voice muffled beneath the fabric. “can i have it, baby? . . hm?”

you shouldn’t let him. are you giving yourself up too easy? how would your president feel about this? what if you get pregnant? why is his cock so fucking fat? 

“uh huh.”

your glazed over eyes look up into his the minute he starts to inch in with a careful nudge of his hips. your pussy opens up beautifully and welcomes him with needy clenches and quivers. “h-hng, shit,” your eyebrows are furrowing and face is grimacing and you’re trying to pull your hips back ‘cause — fuck, it’s too big. “no, no—“

“—uh uh, c’mere.”

you’re sniffling, “yuuji, it’s too big—“

“—it’ll fit,” he shushes you and leans down to lay a sweet kiss on your lips. “i’ll make it fit. shh, jus relax f’me. mhm, there you go.”

what’s the point of letting you suffer eight minutes — a minute for every inch of him — in pain? yuuji leans up, shoots a line of spit on your clit to help lube up the slide then pulls his hips back before pushing all of him inside of you with a firm snap of his hips.

your gasp is loud — he wouldn’t be surprise if someone heard it downstairs even over the music — and the sharp, tapered squares of your acrylics dig into the muscled meat of his shoulders. “there we go,” he’s groaning and kissing your tears away, maybe even licking a few here and there, but that’s neither here nor there. yuuji just wants you to know that he’s proud of you. “good girl.”

his initial thirsts are long and slow. you feel every single fucking inch and it’s otherworldly. one of your arms finds itself draped over the back of his neck and your other hand grips onto his bulging bicep as you look between your bodies to watch him plunge down into your soppy center then back out, shaft coming out wetter and wetter than before.

“oh god,” your voice is weak and trembly. “oh god, yuuji.”

“good fuckin’ girl.” with each thrust inside, a splatter of wetness sprays out of you and wets his groin and lower tummy. yuuji doesn’t even think you’re cumming again, you’re just that fucking soaked and god, he can’t believe you’ve held this from him for this long. 

from then on out it’s nothing but deep, rough thrusts of his cock falling in and lifting out of your soft pussy. you feel so sensitive. each thrust has your body breaking out into shudders and you can’t seem to keep your eyes open, no matter how hard you try. his cockhead nudges the ridge of your cervix just the slightest and you think it should be painful, it kind of is, but it’s mostly fucking addicting. 

“ ‘m gonna cum — h-hm — a-again, yuuji.”

oh god, you’re pouting at him — bottom lip jutted out the tiniest bit and your eyes are bright and teary. “go ahead,” he’s panting and marking a hickey against the crook of your neck. somewhere he knows it’d be hard for you to cover with sweaters and hoodies and high necked tees. “lemme have it, huh? let me have it, pretty.”

your head tilts back and tendons in your neck strain as the previous composure you’ve been trying to contain finally drops the second your cum starts to squirt out around his dick, leaving yuuji having to pull out and rub your pulsing clit until your shudders ease off into tolerable twitches. “h-hah . . mm.” sniffling, you’re holding tight onto his forearms to pull him back up towards you. 

“so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he’s whispering against your lips and lifting you up into his arms. “why are you so pretty, hm?”

you’re tired and you’re sweaty and you think he’s drained every ounce of energy within your body, but you don’t think you want to stop. not ever. not with him. 

“c’mon,” you’re wiggling your hips at him when you manage to roll over onto on all fours, back arched and knees spread. “gimmie. wan’ more, yuuji.”

“y’sure?” he’s already grabbing the girth of his dick within one big hand and inching his tip past a band of muscle. he waits for your little ‘mhm’ though prior to him slipping all the way inside. one of your hands reach back to press against his tummy, “ ‘s deep.” so yuuji opts to grab it, plus your other, cross them, and pin them to your lower back.

his pace is steady. smack. smack. smack.

your voice is muffled in the thick fabric of the comforter as a few pillows began to topple over the edge of the bed due to the sheer power and strength behind each one of his pounds. “fuckfuckfuckfuck.”

“shit, y’gonna make me cum,” he hisses, watching the meat of your ass jiggle with each hit of his pelvis against it. “god, good fuckin girl.”

a smack to your ass, grip of your tit, and the sound of your teary ‘ yuuji ‘ has his orgasm hitting him like a fucking eighteen wheeler. yuuji forces himself to pull out and jerks his palm over his girth — two, three times before lines of thick, white cum are spurting out from the crown of his cock and painting your ass and lower back. “jesus f-fuckin’—“

you’re panting and yuuji’s groaning, letting his cock rub between the soft skin of your ass cheeks until he’s spent. and you don’t know what you expect to happen between you now … you allow yourself to fall flat on your tummy though, and you feel him climbing off the bed and the sound of his clothes shuffling again.

you expect that he’s probably getting back dressed and leaving and you try not to let your heart fall too deep into the pit of your stomach because — it’s to be expected. you both, somewhat, got what you wanted and it was, somewhat, more than enough.

but, then there’s the feeling of a warm, damp cloth wiping up the cooling cum sitting on your backside and you’re lifting your head to see that yuuji had only slid back on his boxers, leaving his jeans and jacket off and — he isn’t leaving.

shockingly different from the darkened eyes that were just pinning you down where you laid two minutes ago, he’s giving you a kind smile to match twin orbs of honey brown. “y’feel okay?” he’s softly asking. “sore anywhere?”

“h-huh?” your lips are plump and gaped open and, fuck, yuuji hates that his dick twitches in his briefs. he wants to tell himself he’s had enough. “no, no. ‘m okay, i feel,” you look away and he watches a cute, shy smile start to lift your lips. “i feel . . good.”

“you feel . . good?” yuuji copies the dreamy, soft way you said it and watches you flush and go to roll over and throw a pillow to his head. he chuckles. “alright. alright, i just wanna be sure.”

your lips wrap around a big ‘o’ and your eyes squint close as a long yawn crawls from the base of your throat. 

“you’re sleepy,” he hums and grabs his phone from the nightstand to check the time. “ ‘s only ten pm, baby.”

you’re still whimpering and nuzzling the comforter underneath your cheek like a lazy kit, like you couldn’t care less about what he’s spewing. “ ‘m tired, yuu’,” you’re pouting and blinking slowly at him. 

yuuji’s sighing and lets the room take on a calm silence … and he isn’t surprised when your eyes start to close with the somewhat quiet comfort. “fuck, c’mon.” he’s grabbing his letterman and lifting you up so that he can push one of your arms into the sleeve, then the other, then he’s buttoning it all the way up to the neck. “ ‘s isn’t my room—“

“—i knew it wasn’t,” you grumble through a stubborn pout, watching him quickly put back on his jeans. he doesn’t even bother zipping them up, simply swoops you up into his arms bridal style after grabbing your phone, pocketing it, then taking your fluffy, little handheld purse and throwing his arm through the strap and over his shoulder.

“let’s go,” he chuckles and kisses your temple. “and, uhm, lets make sure to never mention this to toge, alright?”

he waits for your sleepy ‘mhm’ before opening the door and slipping out into the hall before down to his own room, letting his door shut behind you both with a soft click.

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